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SONNET.
[When the dear bliss we wont so long to prize]
When the dear bliss we wont so long to prize,And hope, the herald of unseen delight,
Pass, like the vivid meteor of the night,
Just seen, to tempt our steps where danger lies;
When hearts link'd in the dearest sympathies,
By unthought perfidy, are doom'd to sever;
Think'st thou the shock can break the thousand ties
That seem to bind as they would bind for ever?
Ah no!—what tender images will start,
To tell there was a time it was not so;
Young love is faithful, though a faithless heart
May rive its hopes, and, with a traitorous blow,
Destroy the link that life was wont to boast:
Yet here will memory dwell, and love to linger most.
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